"When did you realize... I wasn't [Q]?"
In the pitch-black secret chamber, only an oil lamp on the verge of going out provided any light. Ji Yan's eyes glanced sideways at the head hanging from his waist.
"You were full of holes. It would've been hard not to notice."
"The most obvious example is this: when would Old Qian ever call Old Demon Xu by his codename alone?"
"Though you tried to imitate Old Qian's words and mannerisms, you were still far too inexperienced."
The readers had all noticed something was off too, hadn't they?
Ji Yan's tone was indifferent.
The smile on "Qian Duoduo's" face faded. "It really is a little difficult to fool you like this."
"But more importantly, the 'memories' I stole from [Q] weren't complete. There were bound to be flaws."
"Stole?"
Ji Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. "You have his memories... where did the real Old Qian go?"
"Qian Duoduo" suddenly grinned. "Him? He died horribly."
"Along with that Miss Luo of yours!"
"I suppose you're very curious about who I am right now?"
"An Initial Player? Or the [White Chess Player]?"
Ji Yan's gaze was casual. "[White Chess Player], codename [I]."
"Did that even need guessing?"
As soon as he said that, [I] froze. "How did you know?!"
[I]'s reaction made Ji Yan smile meaningfully. "Looks like information travels more slowly among you White Chess Players than I thought."
"Did Su He never mention me, or did your 'leader' fail to pass the information along to you?"
"Didn't they tell you to be wary of a [Black Chess Player]'s Term Talent?"
[I] looked blank, clearly having received no such information.
Thinking about it, that made sense. How could that person have expected him to enter the [Final Battlefield] at lightning speed?
One second he